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hallowsden · 1 year

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DC x DP Idea Thing #2

Child of Freeze AU

MR. FREEZE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD DAD, YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE.

When I first discovered the DC x DP crossover, specifically when the realization sank in that Danny had ice powers, my brain immediately went into overdrive about that and added "WHAT IF DAD!FREEZE" into the mix here.

It's only now my brain wanted to expand on it.

We have the usual trope here that Danny's parents reacted badly to learning about him being Fenton, causing him to get experimented on briefly before running and later settling in Gotham. Here, they found out he was Phantom when his ghost form's appearance started to bleed through to his human form.

His black hair kept gaining white strands every day, his skin gained a paler hue with a tinge of blue only seen in the dead and the ghosts, his body temperature dropped while his heart beats were slower. Hell, he had felt some of the more subtle changes. How his eyes were sore and couldn't see properly for a week before they got better, how his ears became irritated as they shifted to be slightly pointed, and even his limbs throbbed in pain for a while.

At first, his parents chalked it up as a result of being exposed to ectoplasm for most of his life, leading to them practicing lab safety for once in hopes that these changes were temporary.

It didn't take long for them to come up with the conclusion the Phantom replaced their son and used his appearance as a disguise. At least, Maddie came to that conclusion and went immediately to dissect him.

Jack couldn't stand seeing Danny getting opened up like that. Even if he's still conflicted about whether or not Danny is Phantom or Phantom replaced him, he couldn't get the image and the cries of his son in pain out of his head. He helped Danny escape while he distracts Maddie.

Danny ends up coming to Gotham after flying as fast as he could while injured. He ends up finding a frozen place underground and proceeds to pass out as his body tries to regenerate/heal itself. He didn't notice the body suspended in a capsule nearby, having been too tired and too drained.

That's how Mr. Freeze finds him. A teen, likely 16 at most, severely injured, and surprisingly, not bothered by the sub-zero temperatures of his hideout.

I'm all for the idea that before Nora's illness came into effect, she and Victor wanted to have children. The two always had a bit of a soft spot for them anyways. (During the winter season, Freeze doesn't try to cause much villainy as this is the only time of the year he can go around without his suit. Instead, he ends up helping decorate Gotham with some Ice Sculptures and tends to entertain the children of Gotham if possible.)

Essentially, paternal instincts took over and helped Danny get better. Will he be surprised at the exponential rate Danny's healing? Yes, but he just chalks it up to him being a meta. Mr. Freeze will notice some of the unnatural traits present in Danny after all, but who is he to judge? Plus, Metas had it hard in Gotham, even if the no meta rule loosened up when Signal came about in the Batfamily.

Mr. Freeze now has two people to fret and take care of.

(Just- Danny gets adopted by Mr. Freeze, and later on, so do Ellie and Jazz even though she is already over 18 and needs to wear thick clothes)

#Oh those two? Those are the Fries twins. Guess the lonliness got to Mr. Freeze #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #Danny Phantom #batman rogues #Mr. Freeze #Victor Fries #Danny Fenton #Ice Dad meet Ghost Child with Ice Powers #Gotham will definetly notice the new resident who likes to stick around Mr. Freeze's turf #They will likely theorize Danny's a clone child of Mr. Freeze and Nora #Just because he's able to walk around in the cold without a jacket #Does that how Danny's powers work? idk but let me have this please #Then came Dani who Gotham theorizes is Danny's clone twin #Dani goes by Ellie #Gotham: The Fries twins got powers? Wack.#Batfam: PLEASE NOT MORE ROGUES #Danny: Just vibbing trying to heal from trauma and debating to still do heroing yet or not #Ellie: Hurt my family and I'mma freeze you! Oh wait Danny try suggesting ectoplasm for Mrs. Fries!#Will ectoplasm help Nora? Maybe? Might take a while #Jack will come to Gotham to find Danny later after he deals with Maddie #The GIW is still a threat though #Mr. Freeze and Jack will reluctantly share custody for Danny #Danny's afraid of his mom and is sorta wary of Jack #I like to think Mr. Freeze knows german and Danny picks it up #Eventually calls Mr. Freeze Vati cause yes it would make the man very happy #Vlad and GIW better watch out #Amity Park learning what Maddie Fenton did though- they are not happy and Jack's leading the charge #Child of Freeze AU

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sofasoap · 10 months

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In your arms

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x F!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Comforting your husband after a nightmare.

Connecting to event of “Death, Comes easily”

Warning: Mature theme. Nightmare discussion ( related to PTSD ), discussion of death. Angst.

A/N : This was an extension of ANOTHER drabble/comment I wrote a while ago thanks to my midnight muse @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world ( seriously please let me sleep LOL )

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “The Favorite MacTavish”” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded universe

You stare up at the ceiling. Eyes wide open. Fidgeting away.

It’s three in the morning. But you are not sleepy at all. Even after a solid twelve hour afternoon shift.

Oh, you should add more carrots into the twin’s lunch box….

You started making a mental listing of what you need to get from the grocery store tomorrow. Maybe that will tire your brain out and finally get some sleep.

That wallpaper is peeling off slightly beside the window… need to get Simon to fix that..

Is Johnny and Emma coming over for lunch this Sunday?

Crap the electricity bill is due soon….

Ok, this isn’t working. Your mind is even more stimulated with all these questions and a list of chores in your head.

Tucking yourself into the armchair beside the fireplace you just rekindled, armed with a generous mug of hot chocolate ( and maybe with a sneaky dash of whisky in it ) you set yourself about getting back into the historical romance novel you started a year ago but never had the time to finish.

Turn to the left, fluffing up the pillow. Nope. Not helping either. You knew that extra cup of coffee after lunch wasn’t such a good idea.

Letting out a sigh, you finally accepted that you weren’t going to get any sleep that night.

Swinging your leg over the side of the bed, you shuffle towards the lounge chair beside the window, grabbing the hand knit throw over blanket Gaz made for you last winter. Draping it over your shoulder, and quietly slipping out of the room, without waking Simon up, down towards the kitchen.

The heavy footsteps become more frantic, and you hear room doors opening and closing, and the person in question is running down the staircase.

Barely three pages in, you heard stomping noise coming from the bedroom upstairs.

You set the book down,looking up, frowning. Is one of the twins awake? But the noise sounds like it’s coming from your shared bedroom with your husband.

The next second, you saw Simon, shoulders uptight, breathing erratically, with tears streaming down his face. As soon as he spotted you curling up in the armchair, his beautiful brown eyes widened. Mixture of panic and relief evident in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight.

Simon calls out to you. Voice quivering, like a scared little child.

Extending your hands, silently asking him what he needs.

He stares at you for the moment, before slowly moving towards you, kneeling down on both knees, enveloping his large, warm hand around yours.

“… Just want to feel you. Knowing you are here.” He whispered in a deep rumbling voice, tinged with sadness. “That you are real.” his voice broke into a sob. “ That you are alive.”

“ Oh love…” You immediately knew he had one of his nightmares again. Flash back to the bombing incident. Death of his mother and brother’s family.

“I woke up, I couldn’t find you, you weren’t there in bed, I thought the worst…” grabbing onto your hands tighter as he poured out his fear, “I thought I failed you… Just like I failed my family… I got you killed.. And the twins.. The team…” He buried his face into your lap, trying hard to control his emotion.

It pains you to see him in such a vulnerable state. A side he never shows. Not even to his most trusted team mate.

But here, in front of you, he’s not the ruthless, fearsome Ghost.

Here, he is just Simon Riley, your companion, beloved husband. The men you trust with all your life.

And he loves and trusts you enough to pour his heart and fear out to you. Laying it bare.

Pulling him up to a stand, giving him a kiss on the lip. “Come on, you should get some rest.”

Leaning forward you place a kiss on the back of his head, whispering into his ears, trying to reassure him, “I am here love. I am not going anywhere…” pulling one of your hands out from his grasp, you stroke his hair lightly, “You haven’t failed us. You saved my life that day. Both of us came home safe and sound to the children and the team at the end, right?”

Cupping his face and lifting his head up, you smiled gently, “It’s all behind us now Simon.”

“You're not coming to bed with me?” He asked in a small voice.

Looking at the fireplace, “I can’t leave it burning overnight. Besides, I couldn’t sleep anyway, that’s why I am down here, reading a book.” pointing to the book and drink, abandoned on the side table.

“Can I stay with you?”

That is how the twins found the two of you the next morning, sleeping on the lounge, wrapped up in thick blankets, with you cocooned in Simon’s embrace, with a contented smile on both of your faces.

The sweet twins woke both you and Simon up, with simple breakfast and tea all ready on the table for both of you.

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@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

@floral-force

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@kaplerrr

@siilvan

#simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley x you #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x f!reader #mini mactavish #mini mactavish universe #call of duty #simon ghost riley x f!reader #cod

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starpirateee · 19 days

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i would actually die for a owen and curt both join chimera au!! ur writing is incredible and i desperately need more of it for my blorbos <3

One of these days you anons are gonna have to tell me who you are so we can talk (/nf /hj) cos you guys have some BANGER ideas

oh and, uh, please don't actually die? I'm gonna need you back here to read this thing you got me excited over 👀

[ February, 1959 ]

He was assigned the agent who almost got away. An American with a name that struck a little bit too much of a chord.

Mega.

They'd finally caught Mega. Part of him hated to think that Curt was next on their ever expanding list of potential hires, because if they failed, that would likely be the end of agent Curt Mega, and not only how the world knew him. But that thought and all of the others were drowned out rather fiercely by the vast majority of his mind that was glad that they finally had the chance to take him down a notch.

Curt wasn't conscious when Owen entered the room. It gave him enough time to survey him and the injuries he'd already sustained trying to fight them. All things considered, he seemed to have been putting up a fairly substantial resistance, but Owen quietly supposed that such confidence wouldn't last him much longer. They were supposed to be sending the man currently under the guise of deadliest man alive after him. If Curt hadn't caved before then, he'd surely be in for a world of pain.

Owen leaned against the wall in wait, folding his arms over his chest. By the end of 1957, he barely recognised the parts of himself that he couldsee, and resented that which he couldn't. These days, the inconsistencies in his body- the pale flashes of skin, the constant ringing or low throbbing in his ears, and even the way they'd had to force one of his hands to cooperate with the rest of his person, leaving him with a stiff tremor- felt more or less neutral. They were slightly outdated pieces in an otherwise well oiled and perfectly running machine, and he had that machete weilding assassin to thank for most of that.

He didn't know how to deal with that which was wrong with his body, so most of the time, he simply… Didn't. It was easier that way.

Curt's eyes opened, and he tried to get used to the world again. It had been the same scene for- days? Weeks? He didn't know how long exactly, but the more times he woke up in it, the less he had to force himself to get used to it.

There was one thing different this time. One thing that, when he saw it's tall frame casting him an all too familiar glance from across the room, startled him to no end. Of all the times… Of all the times he really needed his mind to cooperate, it did something like this and screwed him all over again.

"Oh god. Oh god… Not now…" His voice was raspy and so quiet it was almost a whisper. He was begging the universe not to make him see Owen. Of all the times for his ghost to show up uninvited and take up that aching part of his brain, now was probably the worst of all. He cursed under his breath, willing the pain of the past to just leave him alone for once. "God, Mega, pull yourself together! He's not even real!"

Owen huffed a breath of laughter. Not real? That was a new one… What was going on in Curt's head to make him believe he wasn't real? Why was that his first response?

He pushed himself up off the wall, deciding to put this notion of his to the test. He looked Curt right in the eye as he approached, making sure to keep his gaze intent and focused, and then slapped him across the face. Curt gasped, recoiled, and then his eyes went wide.

"Is that real enough for you, Curt?" Owen hummed, straightening himself up and clasping his hands behind his back. That had been two years in the making. He was surprised it wasn't harder…

"Owen..? That- that's not possible… You're-"

"Dead?" Owen scoffed. "So you seem to believe… But did you ever think to verify that for yourself?"

"I watched you fall. I-I watched you hit the ground." Curt could feel the heat spreading across his now tingling cheek. This was real, alright. Owen was real, and right in front of him, and alive. Owen- this real, not-inside-his-head Owen- had just slapped him right across the face like this wasn't the first time they were seeing each other in two years or more. All of this was actually happening, right there in the hands of the enemy.

Owen was in the hands of the enemy.

Owen… Was the enemy.

"You didn't ever take it further, did you? You just assumed I was dead right from the off, and you never took it further!" He shook his head, somewhere between offended and completely unsurprised. On one hand, did he really expect anything else? Curt wasn't the type to go back to anything, and that shouldn't have been surprising in the slightest. Still, he was a little disappointed, now having to force himself to understand that everything they'd tried to tell him was right. Curt was a coward. Curt did leave him for dead out there, and he didn't have an intention to return.

He'd managed to convince himself for a while that Curt wouldn't possibly leave him to suffer in the ways he had. Even at the time, that was no more than an attempt at self regulation, trying to pretend that one day, Curt would follow the end of a trail that led him straight back to him, and he could leave the pain behind…

Of course, that day never had come.

Curt watched his eyes cloud over with something that may have been a slight of genuine heartbreak, and felt his stomach drop. "Why are you here?"

"Thanks to you, both the American government and my own believe I'm rather dead. After that, there weren't a lot of other options." Owen answered, as bluntly as he could manage.

"You can't be saying-" But, no matter how hard he protested, it was his fault. And even he knew it. Every single step in this catastrophic failure had been his fault. He sighed. Even the fact that Owen could no longer live or work in the UK or the US because he was legally dead… That was his fault too. "Don't answer that. What do you want from me?"

"I want you to see some sense. We want nothing from you, so to speak, just enough of a chance to make our proposals?"

"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna cave just because it's you."

"I didn't expect you to have a bias just because we have a history. I know how hard a man you are to break."

Owen's eyes still burned with that same passion that they always had. Golden shimmers burst through the burnt caramel of his irises, and it felt like he knew them so well. It was distressingly familiar, and devastatingly handsome.

"But, all the same," Owen continued, voice not half as alive as his eyes. He took a well thought out step back, and started to pace. Curt heard his every step as they resonated through his ears, sending tiny shivers up his spine time and time again. "You know how I refuse to compromise."

The pacing stopped for long enough for Curt to nod, and then began again. In trying to ignore it, he dared himself to get a little confident. "Go on, then. Draw me in with the same bullshit they forced into you. I'm all fucking ears..."

"That's what you don't understand. What we're trying to create, it could change your life. This world isn't built for men like us, and you know it. Doesn't matter how hard you fight, the federal governments are never going to change their stance."

"You don't know that—"

"I do. Nothing will change if we don't force the change out of them. What you're doing is fine, as far as these things go... But, Curt... What happens when your agency finds out about your affilations?"

"They won't."

"What, ever? You're careful enough for now, and my death certainly helped with that aspect of things, but you do realise that the second they find out- in fact, the second they even start to suspect you- you're going straight to death row. That wouldn't be the case if the plan came into fruition, you understand..."

Owen passed through Curt's line of sight, and he scoffed, forcing the Brit to stop in his tracks. In a moment, his gaze was back on him, and Curt felt the intensity of it as it weighed heavy on him. This kind of unbridled confidence and sudden slights of anger had only been seen in the most calculating of adversaries, but Curt had never thought to believe he'd see it ignited in the face of someone like Owen.

"You sound mad. You know that?"

"Mad?" Owen raised an eyebrow, his head tilting as if he were trying to consider Curt's accusation. "Right... Is it mad to want what everyone else has? You're the one of us from the self proclaimed land of the free, and you're telling me you don't want a slice of that freedom?"

"No, I-"

"A straight answer, please, Curt. You beat around the bush more than a bloody politician. do you, or do you nor, want to be a free man, without the repercussions of people knowing who you are?"

There was a beat of silence. Not like Curt needed to think about it, but the last thing he wanted to do was show any ounce of desperation, especially not in front of Owen. He didn't deserve the satisfaction of knowing he was right, not in any capacity. So, he baited him for a moment, testing the possibility of saying no in his head.

But the truth was as plain as either of them could make it without words. He wanted to be free so badly. He wanted a life without repercussions, without the need to hie any one part of himself from everyone, for fear that they'd have his head if they found out.

It was mainly just the fact that Owen had called him a politician...

"Yes. Yes, I wanna be free. But not like this."

"Not like what? You have no idea of what we are capable. Nobody will care by the time we're finished. We will be on top of the world."

Curt didn't want to believe a word, but Owen was so convincing in his own way. He made this freedom sound both easy and attainable, when he knew it was anything but. When they had been fighting for so long, how was Owen and his organisation so sure that everything was going to change, just like that?

He suddenly felt confident enough to put into words what he had been thinking since Owen first started making his proposal. He looked up, registering that Owen was still there in front of him. "Do they know about you?"

Owen froze momentarily, drawing in a breath. Curt managed to convince himself that this was the edge, this was the one thing he had over him and everything he was saying, however tempting it was to listen to. Eventually, Owen sighed, but he had the pride enough to not drop his gaze through the defeat that was so evidently- and yet so briefly- written across his face.

"No. They don't."

"So, why'd you think they would accept people like us? You make out like it's easy, but you don't know! You don't know whether these plans will accomodate everything wrong with the world, because you've never bothered to try and find out!"

The risk was too great. It always had been. Owen knew for a fact that the more they knew about him, the more they could expose. All things considered, he had somehow managed to remain a closed book, even here. They only knew anything at all about him as an operative, very little about the man behind that aim, that laser focus... If presented with the opportunity, they may have known more, but they had been rather built on the idea that all secrets would be exposed in their time, and therefore, anything their agents were keeping would also leak from the woodwork.

"The way the system works," he started to explain, partly aware that Curt would buy it even less now that he'd found that edge. "We wouldn't be the ones in the public eye. All over the world, those who turn thousands in profits, and those who keep their secrets tight, will be forced into watching everything be exposed, piece by piece. The people's focus will be there; reams of government secrets and endless, publically available data, and it'll be people like us who will revel in the change."

"But how do you know that?"

"Because I've seen it. I know what they're going to do with it. Think of what they could pull from the secret service, for example. Tell me you believe the public will still have their attention on men like us, when everything that the secret service has kept hidden is suddenly on the record."

This was the kind of back and forth that happened every time Owen and Curt saw each other again. Owen would get closer and closer to genuinely moving Curt, and Curt would become less and less convinced that he was going to leave this place. For some reason, he still felt completely familiar in Owen's presence, and it became harder to ignore what he was saying.

It came to the point where he started realising that he was being offered everything he'd ever wanted. Owen's silver tongue had him convinced that whatever was going to happen in the long run was going to be an improvement on the world's current state. He got in easier. His words started having more of an effect.

Curt was a recruit under Chimera by the end of the month.

#spies are forever #saf #agent curt mega #owen carvour #void offering #star mail #nova's tags →#curt's gonna come about as willingly as owen let's be real here #and the only way he would join chimera would be through owen's persuasion #because again. maybe the love they felt for each other isnt what it was #but there's an insane kind of bond there #these men are probably the only people in the world who know the other is gay #that's sacred #that's something you don't tell anyone #so even if it's not love. there is something there #fic tag: hands of the enemy

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bondageundertaker · 14 days

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Last Night Lonely

Chapter 2/?

The Angel in me sees the Devil in you

Pairings: Cody Rhodes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

When you saw him next you were walking across the parking lot to your car.

"Hey!" you whipped your head around to see him waving at you from his tour bus stoop.

"You got a sec?"

"Sure" You covered the distance quickly and he stepped aside, ushering you up the steps with a barely-there hand on your lower back. A whispering hiss and the door closed behind you both. You turned to face him, taking in a breath. The warm white downlighting cast a candle-soft glow, illuminating Cody’s sharp features and darkening his neck tattoo.

“ I uh, I had an idea for a promo I wanted to run by you real quick.”

“OK, shoot.”

“Yeah so I was thinking…I need to expand my character some and maybe take the chance to show a different side to me more than just a baby face…you know um… show some depth and angst or…romance…” he stepped forward, thumb rubbing at the corner of his mouth as he looked at you through lowered lids, long lashes punctuating his questioning tone.

The creative in you mused, nodding along as Cody spoke but unsure of how you could help given that you weren’t Talent.

“Do you think that…I mean, you’ve been behind my camera for a while now, producing my segments, you think I have what it takes to pull that off?”

He stood square in front of you now, so close that you had to tilt your head back to see into his face. Your heart fluttered under the intensity of his gaze; a mixture of lust and longing. Too good to be wholesome was the phrase that sprung to mind.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. You close it, rinse, and repeat. You shook your head trying to snap out of your inopportune mutism but it had no effect.

Cody recoiled with a wince and flumped down on the couch, wringing his hands in his lap.

“Is it the lisp? Cause..I mean….” He half scoffed through the hurt. He had taken your negatory head shake as an answer to his question.

“What? Oh, no, what, um…” You moved to sit next to him and reached instinctively for his hands, body finally catching up to the situation. As your thumbs rubbed gently over his knuckles he dared to look at you with hopeful vulnerability.

“Like I said, lisps are sexy…you’re…very sexy.” Now it was your turn to wince at your own words, wishing the bus would suddenly slip into a sinkhole.

A smug smile tugged at Cody’s lips. The bastard.

“Kiss me” he teased, but you heard the command in his tone. Before you could gather any brain cells to say something, your body moved of its own accord. Moving a hand to his chest you tugged at the collar of his half zipped hoody and he let you lead him to close the distance between your lips, stopping only a hair's breadth short. You felt his hot breath on your lips for only a second before he swiped a lick of your lips from bottom to top with his tongue.

The lightning move sent a thunderbolt to your groin and ignited an ache between your legs. You gasped, lips parted, eyes closed. Cody then brushed your bottom lip between his pulling gently before kissing you again, this time with his tongue gently pressing against yours: sweeping, licking, tugging, at a sensuously slow pace.

The kiss deepened and as the tip of Cody’s tongue traced a line up the roof of your mouth you let out a shuddering moan, throwing your head back and breaking the contact.

You were half laying and half sitting on the couch, completely unravelled. Cody followed you with his body, moving you both horizontal and placing his leg between your thighs. You immediately pushed up into the friction and Cody welcomed the movement by grinding down, rocking you with pressure.

By this point you were completely gone, a slave to your carnal desires. Cody began nipping and sucking at your throat eliciting the most pornographic sounds you’d ever made.

“Jesus. Shit. Fuck.” Cody exhaled, nosing against your skin now peppering kitten kisses to that spot beneath your ear. With one hand you grabbed his hair and raked your nails against his scalp. With the other hand you gripped his shoulder and pulled him down to you, leveraging his whole weight. You rolled your hips desperate for more of him, his erection throbbing against your core.

“Cody!” You let out a petulant harumph. Now pushing your breasts up into his chest, needing him to be touching you everywhere, desperate for total contact.

“Y/N, fuck. Shit. I can’t. I’m…shit. I..” He couldn’t string the words together to make any sense. Instead, he doubled down on your neck and began sucking, biting, marking your skin. He only came up for air with the most obscene pops to accompany the heavy breathing and guttural moaning that filled the air.

“Pleaseeee…I…!” You pushed at his face, cupping his jaw as he stared stupid into your eyes. He was a sight to behold: pupils blown, cheeks flushed, pink lips swollen and glistening.

You moved your hand to his shoulder and with the other pushed him back to sitting so you could straddle his leg. He squeezed your ass tight with both hands, head coming forward to nuzzle between your breasts. You whipped your v neck sweater off with one swift movement and cupped behind Cody’s ears as he immediately moved to suck at your breast through your bra.

“Ahh!” you yipped as he pinched your nipple between his teeth, hands coming to massage the other, this time rolling your nipple through his fingers.

All you could do was tip your head back and grind down chasing your release, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t enough, you needed more.

“Cody!” you begged, taking his hand bringing it to your mouth and sucking on his fore and index finger. Wild with pleasure you almost forgot what you had wanted them for and with a gentle graze of your teeth you released his fingers and guided them down your torso. With his palm against your navel, he used his other hand to unbutton your jeans. The moment his finger brushed your clit your orgasm overcame you in stuttering bursts. You collapsed on top of Cody, riding out your high to its twitching end.

Cody held you all the while, big palms sweeping circles across your back. Once you arrived back in your body you pushed yourself up to face him.

“I….” he began, fully flushed up his neck. He almost looked bashful. You moved your hand to the front of his tracksuit bottoms, eager to assist his release. Pressing down with your palm, he jumped with a hiss, bringing his forearm over his eyes. You looked down and saw the wet spot already darkening the emerald green material.

“Did you….?” you started.

Cody nodded, chancing a look at you, smile tugging at his lips.

" I guess your pussy likes my lisp as well..."

#wwe #cody rhodes x you #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes #american nightmare #wwe fanfiction #wwe smut

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grapenehifics · 2 months

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Making of Monday: Can't Stop the Suns Part 1

(I am thinking SO positively rn that I am calling this part 1, like I will remember to actually write more. YMMV; we'll see how I do.)

I'm hard at work on the concluding chapters of Pick Up the Pieces right now, and working on Pick Up the Pieces means I also need to do a fair bit of rereading An Uncivil War, so it's very much on the forefront of my brain, and also I have yet to participate in a single MoM, so: here's some backstory on An Uncivil War.

Okay I actually need to back up even farther than that, all the way to Solsbury Hill and February 2020. I started Solsbury Hill - it wasn't called that, then; it didn't have a name, just 'weird doc file/outline I'll probably never finish because I don't have a track record of finishing creative writing projects, ever' - and then the very next month I started working from home AND season 7 of Clone Wars premiered.

To get ready for season 7 - and because I was home a lot more during the day, now, and didn't have to commute to work - we decided to do a rewatch of Clone Wars season 1 through 6. And you know how we joke about plot bunnies, and why they're called that? That the hardest idea is your first one and once you have that the ideas just keep multiplying? So, I'm sitting on an outline for what would become Solsbury Hill, and we're watching Clone Wars, and we get to season 5, and the episode with Ahsoka's trial, and I think to myself, huh. That's weird. Why is Obi-Wan acting like that? Why is he not sticking up for our Padawan? If he had, I bet things would have turned out differently. Ahsoka might not have left the Order. Anakin might not have turned to the Dark Side. Clone Wars is full of all these little things that individually might not be enough to push Anakin over the edge, but they start stacking up, collectively...

From there, it was a pretty easy leap to, 'what if Obi-Wan left the Order instead of Ahsoka', and that created this whole domino effect because Anakin would obviously leave with him, right, and Ahsoka was getting kicked out anyway, and now I've got this scenario with three Jedi on the run in the middle of a war.

And that was fascinating to me. Once I started thinking about it I couldn't stop. But I was also getting really into Solsbury Hill, at that point, so this new story needed to take a backseat. I dumped a bunch of notes into a Word doc and went back to my AU.

It turns out, though - and this was the first time I'd learned this about myself - that I liked having both an AU and a canon project going at the same time. Solsbury Hill and An Uncivil War both used such different parts of my brain and required a different skillset and researching vastly different things, and if I got bogged down in one it was nice to be able to switch to the other one and hack away at that one for a while. So I ended up, from early 2020 until August 2022 when I posted the first chapter of Solsbury Hill on AO3, working on both projects nearly simultaneously, although obviously Solsbury Hill (despite being three times longer) got to the finish line first.

For a long time - almost three years - An Uncivil War was just called, An Uncivil War. And it had this expansive outline that I just kept cracking away at, and whenever I came across something cool in another piece of Star Wars media or another show premiered or I read another book I'd think 'Ooh, that's neat! That's going in the fic!' and I'd add it to my to-do list. And at some point I looked at my word count and realized I was pushing 100k and not anywhere close to the end of the story I wanted to tell.

So, I started thinking about sequels, and series. I had (still have) this outline, fortunately, and there was one pretty obvious stopping point at what was then the mid-point of the plot. (I say, 'then' because it has since, of course, expanded. It turns out I'm very bad at guessing word counts.) So I took half my outline, dumped into a brand-new doc, called that one Pick Up the Pieces, and wrote the 'ending' of An Uncivil War, as much as possible, as if it were the ending, just in case I for some reason never got around to writing Pick Up the Pieces.

Because it was important to me that An Uncivil War be able to stand on its own. It's got a beginning, a middle, and an end, and the end calls back to the beginning, and the main threat to the characters is resolved, and they talk about what they're going to do next but even if that was the only story you had, it should still be a satisfying conclusion (or, at least, I hope it is).

But it isn't the entirety of the story I wanted to tell. Because they originally were one big story, I actually had maybe half of Pick Up the Pieces already written by the time I started posting An Uncivil War, so while the first part took me three years to write, the second has technically only taken me a year, but I was definitely not starting from scratch.

I also - and this should shock absolutely no one - was once again wildly off in my word count estimate. Pick Up the Pieces is, right now, already as long as An Uncivil War (120k), and I've still got three chapters left to go...plus a bunch more things in my outline I haven't gotten to yet.

So, in true Star Wars tradition, I'm now plotting a part three! Pick Up the Pieces, like An Uncivil War before it, has a logical ending point, so it will wrap up there, but the plot will move merrily along to the next thing on my to-do list, which is in fact the same to-do list I've had since March 2020. (It's a good thing I love this story so much or I would have quit long ago.) Part Three, at the moment, is tentatively titled Sometimes Fate Steps In, and I'm really, really sorry to have to admit that that's where all the smut is going to be. (I know. It's Solsbury Hill all over again.)

(I do love it, though. I feel like I should...apologize, to my fics, somehow, for having a favorite? I do have a favorite, though. It's this series. I love it so damn much. This is the one thing I write where, if you told me right now that I would never get a single comment or kudos on it, I would still write it anyway, because I just get so much enjoyment out of researching and writing it and re-reading it.)

(Which is not to say you shouldn't comment on it. Please, please do! You will absolutely make my day, week, month, year! But I love it enough to do it anyway.)

#making of monday #obikin #an uncivil war #pick up the pieces

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mykingdomforapen · 5 months

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Man, the AU you mentioned about LTC possessing LG and causing damage with his voice and hands that he'll wake up to has not left my brain. I do have some questions, if you would maybe expand on it a bit!

Do you think this is a bit of a role swap, in a way? Of LG being the one possessed instead of QL after what happens with Liu Min and Emma? In that case, what could happen? LTC would have access to his memories, to CXS's vulnerabilities and fears that LG is well aware of, and coming back right after Emma's death might have CXS in a position where only words could do immense damage, without even mentioning the knife he might or might not have access to.

I feel CXS might recognize it's not LG even if LTC tried to act like him, right? But it would not make what he says sting any less, or would not make a sudden stab any less surprising as he comes back from a dive with his guard down, I guess. Ah!!

He might be possessing LG in a completely different context, too, I guess! Although he would need LTX to be around for it to be done remotely, right?

Please forgive my rambling, even just as a concept, I'm very very curious to know what you considered for that idea. Thank you for your time!

Thank you for giving me an excuse to expound on an indulgent au that I dream of whenever I have trouble staying awake during my jet lag aksjsksksk.

I admit that when I have my sleep-affected stories in my head, it is effectively Whump Without Plot so I didn't really have a logical reason of why Lu Guang would be possessed. However, if we were to make a rhyme or reason for it, it would likely be to make Qian Jin's capturing of Cheng Xiaoshi quicker. Since CXS was targeted by the antagonists because they wanted to take advantage of his abilities, after all.

(Which of course is what happens vaguely in the canon, but shhh)

But in an AU where CXS doesn't recognize LG is being possessed (or, even if he does find something odd, isn't in a position to question it), he would easily follow Lu Guang anywhere no question. So he would be an easy mark as long as the baddies can use LG to take him somewhere else.

As for my indulgent AU in which it's a completely different context, maybe baddies want to separate CXS from LG for whatever reason, make him run away from LG and make him more vulnerable to the baddies' attacks, whether to capture him or something else. In which case, they can use LG and force him to push CXS away even if it's just for one vulnerable night. And since LTX's abilities are such that she can see all the memories of a person, it would be at least enough to glean what LG's usual personality and talking style is like to make his possession seem at least believable. And as you say, if it's on such a night that CXS is perhaps already vulnerable--maybe a bad dive, or a hard reminder about his parents--really, it's about saying something hurtful to CXS that he already kind of believes about himself that would make him less likely to question whether or not LG actually means it.

Like, if a possessed LG were to say that CXS is cruel and dishonest, I think CXS would be a bit ? about that. But if LG were to call CXS, idk, clingy and burdensome, which arguably (at least in my headcanon) CXS has wrestled with in his own self-image already, that would make him a bit more likely to believe those are LG's words. Because CXS is already struggling with those worries that he is so, and hearing it from his best friend who knows him most deeply would feel like confirmation ...

(and if he doesn't believe it's LG, then possessed!LG would just knife him and drag him to the baddies we get the best of both worlds lol)

Of course, in the way that Chen Bin was able to sort of gain some sense of self when he was possessed because he was being forced to walk off the edge of a building but the love for his unborn daughter gave him some consciousness to, while unable to resist, have sentience, I can imagine that Lu Guang's love and care for his best friend and seeing the way that he was being used to hurt him would give him some ability to try to resist, or at least be conscious about what he was being forced to do...which is perhaps even worse....

Witnessing his own body and mouth hurting his best friend but unable to stop it...

#ask #link click #shiguang dailiren #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #i'm deranged i'm unhinged i'm using jetlag as an excuse

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definesanity · 7 months

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Sorry for the wait, I just realized I needed to get my brainrots in order (?) and I have a few to share today:

- Canon Ranni and the Tsaritsa are a lot alike, divine-adjacent royalty associated with frost/Cryo. Also, Cryo users all seem to have a contradiction or irony in their life, i.e. Kaeya being a Khaenrian who protects Mondstadt, Diona a bartender who hates drinkers, Rosaria a nun who doesn't worship the gods, Aloy a Sony character in a Chinese animesque game, etc. The Tsaritsa is a goddess of love who has no love left for her people, a god who is (possibly) rebelling against the very order that usurped the Dragon Sovereigns and propped her kind up in the first place. Ranni (and by extension Ranni!Reader) is an Empyrean, chosen by the Greater Will as a potential new vessel for their will, for the Order they have forcibly imposed on The Lands Between, yet Ranni turns her back on them and forges her own path, no matter the cost.

All of this to say, imagine R!R and the Tsaritsa properly meeting for the first time, each laying their cards on the table (to an extent) and oh, finding something of a kindred spirit in the person opposite them. I can just imagine R!R saying:

"I think we shall get along just fine, sister."

Word spreads, and R!R proceeds to never clarify if they meant it literally.

- So the original gods of Teyvat were the Dragon Sovereigns. Let's assume the Creator made them as well. What if their form reflects that?

I imagine R!R initially wakes up in Teyvat in their original body, AKA the flesh they once discarded during the Night of Black Knives. When they recreate the events of that Night with some poor fool in Godwyn's place (I know I orginally said Focalores, but lately I lean towards Raiden or the imposter themselves) their new doll body more closely resembles their original form - you know, red-haired and Just Big like their parents (still with four arms, though). Half of their ghostly face is sort of overlaid on their physical one, like a spookier Phantom of the Opera mask.

Again, all of this to say: imagine R!R with spectral horns and a spectral dragon tail. Now they match with Adula. R!R would be imposing even without them, but with them, they command attention, perhaps even fear.

- Speaking of Adula, I wanna expand on that one brainrot I sent - in Teyvat, Adula has a half-dragon form, tail and horns and claws and all. My idea was 'Rhaenyra Targaryan, but pale and scary apex predator with white hair.' And as I was playing my catalysts only Genshin account, I realized something - the face I was picturing would look remarkably similar to Neuvillette.

Like, half-dragon Adula would be much scruffier than him - imagine the Lazuli Robe, but with a good portion of the skirt unevenly torn off, and something like Rennala's leggings underneath. No gloves or shoes, just simple cloth wrappings. A veritable ragamuffin of a grown woman, the Creator’s draconic equivalent of Scary Dog Privilege, but between the white hair, stoicism and intimidating aura, she looks like she could be the Chief Justice’s long-lost daughter.

Rumours spread, and Neuvillette neither confirms nor denies them, because - well, he doesn't remember, and for all he knows, Adula is related to him somehow.

I've run out of brain juice for the moment, so I will pose you a question: how do you think Neuvillette feels about Furina? I don't mean shipping, but like, what does he think of her as, in relation to him?

Thanks, and well, that's a good question.

Exasperated, maybe. Furina is an Archon, and very much flamboyant. Neuvillette is devoted to his duties and the nation he works for. To me, I see Neuvillette as sort of a tired, almost fatherly/brotherly figure to Furina. Sure, you can hear the annoyance, but I'd like to think he's gotten used to it. It's just his Furina shows herself to others.

Side note: I don't really mind people shipping them. I can certainly see it, though; it's just not for me, really xd

Thank you again for your thoughts! :D

#ryuusei's replies #genshin impact #Neuvillette #furina #sagau #sagau ring #sagau brainrot #ranni!reader #fandom enjoyer

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rhaasted · 1 month

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I've come with a request if possible

Would a timkon snzfic be ok? Specifically Tim being the one sneezing(maybe allergies?) I don't want to overstep but honestly that's been on my mind for a bit, so if you could it would be much appreciated (sorry this is my first time requesting on Tumblr at all so I hope this is ok)

hey anon! a timkon snzfic is more than okay, it's welcomed! don't worry about overstepping, i'm honored to be your first request!

i made them a bit soft , i hope you don't mind. please enjoy :)

this is a sneeze kink fic!! cw fooor tim not accepting help, allergies, some mess .

The only issue with skipping out on sleep whenever possible was when it finally did hit that you do need sleep, it never comes.

Tim grumbled about this to himself as he turned over again, sighing into the soft covers of his bed. Maybe you’d be able to sleep if you ever kept your eyes closed, his mind criticized. He shut his eyes. He couldn’t help that they opened with every new idea running through his mind. He grumbled another complaint under his breath, the heat of his pillow irritating him. He knew he was starting to sound seriously disturbed, but he couldn’t help it. His body was finally in a position to rest, his overworked muscles loosening painfully slowly. Couldn’t his brain get the idea? He didn’t want to turn over again and risk waking his boyfriend up. He made out Kon’s body in the darkness, the young man’s muscular figure covered by a mound of blankets. Tim watched them expand as he breathed. His hand twitched absentmindedly as he thought of reaching out to the young Kryptonian.

This is stupid. I shouldn’t wake him up just because I can’t deal with my own shit.

The former robin rubbed his face with a cold hand. Another glance at his laptop.

If I’m just going to be wasting time...

Carefully lifting the covers, he slipped out of the bed. His lack of sleep made him feel a familiar weightlessness as he padded to his desk. Sitting quietly, he opened his laptop. The immediate brightness radiating off the screen filled the room, prompting him to shut it with a less-than-delicate snap. His eyes adjusted poorly, and he blinked uncertainly, recalibrating. He strained to hear Kon’s breathing.

A beat of silence.

Tim released his breath. Cracking his laptop open just a fraction, he tried to lift the screen with a slow finger. Just enough to reach the brightness button.

“Tim?”

Shit.

Another beat of silence.

“...Yes?”

A soft groan. “What are you doing up?” Tim set his jaw as Kon blinked for a moment, light eyes focusing on their rectangular digital clock. He blinked again as he read the time, expression blank.

“Tim, it’s three in the morning.” Kon sat up slowly, voice measured and low from sleep. “Why are you up?”

“I couldn’t sleep so... I thought it’d be a good idea to get some work done.”

A long stretch of silence followed as Tim watched Kon think. “You’re always saying that,” he finally responded. Kon resisted the urge to follow his statement with have you even tried? He knew it wouldn’t be fair. Tim could spend weeks with minimal amounts of sleep, but it still worried him. On the occasions it didn’t end well, Kon found himself biting back a frustrated I told you. He knew it wasn’t Tim’s fault. Still, little things wore on him. How Tim’s dark circles deepened, appearing like bruises. The way Tim would give up halfway through a sentence, fatigue clouding his expression. The sound of his teeth grinding when he finally did fall into sleep.

Tim ran his fingers over his laptop awkwardly in the silence.

“Tim, I know you want to work, but... just come to bed,” he sighed. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

Tim shifted apprehensively. Another few hours of turning sounded like the least restful thing on Earth.

“Please.”

Tim sighed guiltily, rising from his chair. Climbing back into bed, Kon drew close to press gentle fingers to Tim’s temples. Tim closed his eyes as Kon moved his thumbs over his eyebrows.

“/kaozhaswitodh voi/,” he breathed. Sleep well. “Rest.”

Kon felt his boyfriend’s chest rise and fall with quiet breaths. He frowned as he ran his thumbs over Tim’s dark circles. Tim scrunched his face a bit, breath wavering.

“Shh, just relax,” Kon soothed.

“No, I-hhHhuh!” Tim shuddered, placing a frantic hand on his boyfriend’s chest. “Hh’tTZZSsch!”

“Oh — bless you,” Kon murmured.

Tim sniffled, rubbing a knuckle under his septum. “S-hh! ...Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Hope you’re not coming down with something,” Kon pressed a kiss to Tim’s forehead as his breathing slowed, face relaxing minutely.

I wish you could ask me for help, Kon’s heart swelled. It threatened to claw its way up his throat. If there was any way to help, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

He remained silent, closing his eyes as he pressed a cheek to Tim’s soft hair.

——

“Let’s circle back around to—”

“hhtd! hh! h’ESshh’eu!...augh,” Tim scrubbed at his face with a gloved hand.

“Bless you.”

“h- hha!... Hhuh,” Tim hitched desperately into his hand, mask wrinkling along with the bridge of his nose. Kon flew down slowly from his post, jacket fluttering over his kevlar suit. Tim remained squatting, observing for movement in the buildings below.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” the clone placed a hand on Tim’s shoulder.

“Im’b dot sick.” The whites of the mask covering his eyes narrowed, but he made no move to face his boyfriend.

“You’ve been sneezing all day,” Kon removed his hand, his eyes betraying the worry in his comment.

“I already told you id’s because of the polled id the air.” He fought to keep the irritation out of his voice.

The Kryptonian said nothing. Tim heard his footsteps retreat to the other side of the roof.

“You guys do't get allergies,” Tim said, sniffling back congestion. “It is’d that bad.” He winced at the slight rasp in his throat from stifling too many harsh sneezes. A headache had threatened his throbbing temples for the past hour, and his patience was wearing thin. Not to mention the persistent itch spreading across his face throughout the night, his nose twitching and dripping like a faucet.

He shivered with another sneeze.

The muscles in Kon’s jaw worked.

“hhih! hHShhk-!”

Cut short, Kon thought as he crossed his arms. His fingers twitched where they gripped his bicep.

“—ngk’sheu...” Tim breathed out slowly, a dull pain pounding against his forehead. snffk!

Gross, he grimaced in embarrassment as he pinched some moisture from his nostrils. His head felt heavy from the congestion. The pressure behind his eyes and nose hurt, but his runny nose was relentless. He crushed a knuckle to his septum, nose scrunching as he took a ragged breath.

“tiihsshhew’h!”

He wiggled his nose as another tremor shook his frame.

"hhd’DSShh’ue! hpp-ksSHHh! guh... hpt-!” Another greedy gasp sent him pitching forward into his hands. “hhGGKKSHHu! uh! jJSSHH-hhhjJJSHhHu! Shit,” he breathed, head tipping back for another punishing round. His shoulders tensed, mouth dropping open with a final, pitchy gasp of surrender.

“hIH’GZSHHuh!! hheh-! haH-! hapt’SSH’iu!" He misted the air, the force of the last sneeze escaping through his teeth. He suppressed a groan as he pinched his nose, gently rubbing his nostrils back and forth. They twitched and flexed against his fingers, slick with moisture. The rough massage relieved his sinuses momentarily, but the squelching noise made him self-conscious. Pink spread across his cheeks.

He glanced back at Kon through watery eyes, the younger man having taken to pacing back and forth. He didn’t exactly look unhappy, but his stiff gait and loose fists hinted at his frustration. Tim caught his eye as he walked, the Kryptonian's gaze a cutting blue. He looked away.

Tim could make it through a few more hours.

The criminals of Gotham seemed to pour through the cracks, testing Tim’s stamina and overexerting his weary body.

Cuffing the last of the assailants, Tim felt his swollen sinuses prickle viciously. His eyes fluttered closed, shoulders hiking up jerkily-

“hhn! —KSSCCHh’ew!!, shit,” he breathed. He hadn’t had time to aim the sneeze away, spraying the criminal’s hands with the remains of his dignity.

“Oh, yuck,” the man groaned. “Now I’m infected too.”

“Shut it,” Tim snapped.

“Aw, what’s the problem? Your little boyfriend not pulling his weight?” The man sneered, craning his neck.

Tim tightened his grip on the man’s shoulder, mouth pulled into a tight line.

“Ihh told you, to be... quie-hh! quiet-!” Tickly inhales turned into ragged gasps, his sight blurring as his eyes rapidly watered. “hhH’RRGSHHh’n! Ack,” a thick line of mess had fallen onto his cupid’s bow. He brought an arm up to cover, another violent sneeze ripping through him.

“That’s enough,” Kon approached with steady footsteps. “The perimeter is clear. The police will take him now.”

Tim nodded curtly, turning to sneeze over his shoulder. His headache rang deafeningly loud, strong pulse pumping through his temples. He took a shaky step away from his boyfriend, eyes shut tight as he clamped a hand over his mouth and nose. ‘hhH’RRSHH—!” A thick spray burst into his glove, heat coating his palm.

“Red?” Kon prompted.

“Ghh.” Tim was frozen, hand still over his face. He removed his hand slowly, still turned away, cringing at the thin lines of mess tethered to his hand. Fuck.

“We should go,” he managed without hitching. The cold air teased his warm nostrils, the thin skin there chapped and red.

“Tim,” Kon started, exasperated. “Slow down. Look at me.”

Tim kept his back turned.

“C’mon,” the younger man urged.

“See you back at home.”

Kon watched him fire his grapple hook, disappearing into the night.

——

Kon closed the window to their apartment, his heart tight with hurt. Tim’s coarseness had wormed its way into his mood, and he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Tim had arrived first, signaled by the light in the bathroom being on. Kon carefully took his suit off, changing into a comfortable t-shirt and pajama shorts.

He risked a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, it’s me.” He looked down, dark hair falling into his face as he shifted tiredly.

“Kon?” The door opened, revealing a teary-eyed robin. Turning away, he coughed into his fist.

“I got you something. I don’t know,” Kon shifted, “if this will help, but — I asked the lady at Walgreens and she — “ he took a breath, forcing himself to stop tripping over his words. “She said this might help,” he finished.

Tim peered down at the package Kon held. The picture on the box displayed an oddly shaped device. A steamer.

Tim felt like a complete asshole.

“She also showed me where the medicines are,” Kon pursed his lips as he rummaged around the plastic bag. “I got two kinds, uh, because she said they make people sleepy sometimes,” Kon held up the two small packages.

“I’m sure you’ve already tried taking medicine for it — she said they’re newer brands,” he mumbled, turning one of the packages over to inspect the instructions.

“Kon,” Tim started.

“Hm?” He looked up, blue eyes wide and thoughtful. Tim felt like he’d been shot.

“...I’m sorry. Like, really sorry. I’ve been treati’g you like shit and it’s not fair — I’ll make it up to you — I just,” his voice wavered, hoarse from sneezing.

“Tim,” Kon shook his head. Tim blinked, wiping moisture from his eyes. Kon couldn’t tell if it was from emotion or allergic tears. The Kryptonian hugged him, strong arms wrapped around his lean frame.

“I know it’s hard,” Kon murmured into his hair. “I don’t blame you.”

“But I still—” Tim cut in, shaking his head.

“Let me be there. You're right, I don’t know what it’s like, but I want to help. Wake me up — I don’t care.” I worry, he wanted to say. The words caught in his throat. Tim leaned into him.

“Thagk you for bei’g... patiend,” he managed, humming in appreciation as Kon ran his firm fingers over Tim’s shoulder blades.

A few moments passed, neither man moving from the warmth of their embrace.

“Tim,” Kon called him out of a peaceful dip in consciousness.

“Hn?”

“I know you’re tired, but I need you awake a little longer, okay? You should take one of those... zyrtecs.”

A slow blink.

“Yeah. ‘Kay.”

“Did you want to shower?” Kon ran a gentle hand through Tim’s hair, softly scratching the base of his head.

No response. Tim’s head began to lull forward, cheeks still flushed, but less. A trace of an allergic tear shone on his cheek.

“Red?”

“hhiih! —tsshH’yew!” Tim sneezed suddenly, misting Kon’s arm.

“Excuse you,” Kon teased.

"Huh," he responded. "huhh, hh! iihhh- ...yhH'DSSCHH'hn!"

“Ope, big one,” Kon brushed the hair out of Tim’s face. He pulled back a bit, smiling at the choppy breaths torturing his boyfriend. The former robin’s mouth dropped open, eyes fluttering shut in surrender. His nose twitched, shiny nostrils flaring erratically. The Kryptonian put a steady hand on his back.

“Bless you,” he said preemptively.

Tim cracked an eye open, expression desperate, brows furrowed in anticipation. His hand hovered shakily as he gasped.

“hhH! hn... hh? hhHiDDZZSCHHuh!! HEHh!... hhoh, ehHH-GZZSCcch! HAH—TZZDSchhH! –h! … hih-- HEHH!!... hH-GSSSCH-uu!!...” They tumbled out of him, messy and punishing, congestion crackling at the ends of each release.

Kon laughed as Tim looked up, red-rimmed eyes squinting in hazy discomfort as he rubbed his nose. He sniffled, coughing softly as he knuckled the side of his right nostril. His breath stuttered, and he switched to using his palm instead, rubbing the tortured appendage more insistently. A groan escaped his lips, his body too stuck in the temporary relief to feel embarrassed about the clicking noises coming from his sinuses. Kon handed him a tissue, pulling the new device out of its box. He plugged it into the wall.

“That'll wake you up,” he smiled.

“Nnnng.” More squelching. He blew lazily into the tissue, a syrupy, gurgling sound that didn’t sound the least bit relieving.

Tim aimed another sleepy, unrestrained sneeze at the floor. Light flecks of spit fell on his shirt, but Kon doubted he noticed. The taller man poured water into the cartridge, snapping it into place before pressing the button. A few minutes passed, Tim snorting and snuffling miserably into an abused tissue. More than once he pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose, helplessly misting his chest and abdomen with more spraying outbursts. Soon, steam was released in steady clouds, and Kon hovered a hand over to check the temperature.

“Here,” he called. “I think it’s ready now. The lady said it would help you breathe,” Kon thumped the counter anxiously with his fingers. Tim blinked, slowly lowering his face to inhale the steam. Exhausted, the former robin’s shoulders sagged, his elbows resting on the counter as he leaned forward. Moments passed, the steam teasing his sinuses as it slowly wafted into his airways, but it didn’t make a noticeable difference. His thin nostrils flared to full capacity, tickly chuffs of air interrupting his attempts to inhale properly. He coughed roughly.

“Breathe,” Kon ran his firm fingers over Tim’s back in a soothing circular motion.

Tim squinted another moment, his shoulders suddenly jumping with the promise of a sneeze. "HhT!, nhhh... hh-- huHH'DDSCHHH!!" His tired body convulsed as a thick sneeze rushed out of him, his head snapping forward helplessly. Flecks of spit hit the clear mask, awfully wet and sticky. He shook his head from side to side ever so slightly before his head dipped again, sneezing raggedly, “hhiuDT’GSCHHh-un! uh-... hhn,” a low whine, “hehh! ...ha-byrsccht!” His nostrils flared as mess dripped down his cupid’s bow, abdomen rippling with rapid breaths.

“That’s it,” Kon tucked a tuft of hair behind his ear.

Tim’s neck tensed, diaphragm straining as- “-aE’SSCHHHt!!” He sneezed loudly, startling the younger man, the release uncharacteristically vocal and unrestrained. Another sneeze cut into the steady flow of steam, thin clouds swirling with the interruption. “hhH-RSSHH’u!” Beads of distilled water collected on the rims of his nostrils as the tip of his nose twitched. A tear slipped down his nose, falling onto the steamer below. His breath caught again, ramping hitches making erratic little puffs of steam swirl around the mask, onto his face.

“hhih!Hh- hHH'YESSSCHHh'uwh! —RRSHHH’U! uh, hiiTD-!!” His chest heaved with another pant, pink nostrils flaring wide. He shook his head with another sneeze, hair falling into his face. His shoulders practically vibrated with effort. “hHh-EDSCHHh’UW!! Guh...” Kon pressed a handful of tissues into his hand, and he blew into it gratefully, the sound decidedly less thick and more bubbly.

“Better?”

“Better,” Tim’s nose twitched in protest as Kon’s wiped a tear from his cheek. His face was buzzing, sensitive to the gentle touch. Tim slumped against his boyfriend, his breathing slowing down.

“Let’s get you into bed,” Kon nuzzled his nose into the crook of Tim’s neck, kissing him. “I’ll make us some instant noodles.”

“Okay,” Tim relaxed, finally not on the edge of a sneeze. His abused vocal cords caused the end of his agreement to come as a rasp, and he made a face. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

“Hear what?”

“snffhhHEPSCCHHU’n!”

“I can pretend I didn’t hear that either.”

“snfK! Nnnng... please do.”

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reflectionsofthesea · 5 months

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Hiii I’m back! It's been a pretty stressful and busy time at work, so I'm less online than usual, but still learning finnish daily! It's actually being my saving grace: getting to detach myself from work,routine and stress and just putting my head into something completely different that I enjoy doing. Putting a read more because I wrote a lot here:

I've been progressing with my exercise book, and learned how to express the need to do something 'i have to...' and also the imperative tense. Really useful stuff. I also finally finished trascribing all puhekieli 'basic rules' on my notebook!

Some new stuff in my daily learning routine:

I started listening to podcasts and short stories! I was a bit intimidated at first, but now I've been enjoying doing it every day when I am cooking, cleaning the house or even when drawing/working. I'm listening to a beginner's podcast and can basically understand a good 80% of it, which is making me feel so proud and motivated hahaha. The crazy thing is that even if I don't understand a couple of new words, I can follow the conversation and the topic and I always know what the host is talking about, it's crazy. I'll definitely continue listening to podcasts and stories daily because I think it's helping A LOT and truly making me feel like I'm making huge progress and my brain is enlarging lol.

I started using LingQ! The importing videos/podcasts feature is super useful, and I imported some videos in finnish from youtubers I found and having LingQ generate subtitles in finnish for me and translation in english, so I can study them is so useful. That way I can exercise listening to more puhekieli and expand my vocabulary. It helps that the videos are super fun and entertaining themselves, so I genuinely want to know what's happening hahaha. (one was a Sims4 house building video, another one a travelling vlog)

I tried writing some 'stories' for the first time, this is also an advice I heard from a video, that helps with getting your brain used to constructing sentences and phrases. I already did this in a smaller way, writing very short sentences practicing different grammar rules to commit them to memory, but this exercise really makes you put more effort into building longer and slightly more articulated sentences, like phrases you'd say to someone when having a chat, or thinking out loud. I decided to pick some random themes and just write what I can about them! The pink underlined words/verbs/adverbs are things I had to look up because I didn't know how to say yet. I think this is a pretty fun and creative exercise to do though, and I can see how it can make your brain faster at producing sentences on the long run :) It will be fun to keep doing this when my vocabulary grows and I can say more stuff! (I saw a writing exercise idea on tumblr that was describing your Dnd characters and something about their personality/stories, and I really want to do that!)

Overall, I'm feeling really good and motivated. I remember feeling a bit stuck a month ago, and now that feeling is gone, and I feel like I improved a lot. I really think implementing new exercises like the written stories exercise and especially listening a lot has been so useful and important into me feeling like I'm growing more in this language. I'm really glad I fought my inner doubt and saboteur and just did it. I also gander at posts written in finnish here on tumblr and realized I understand a good 70/80% of what's written in there. Sometimes more or less, depending on how long the post is or how specific the words used are. But that's pretty crazy to me and really satisfying!

Also, if you need some inspiration for your language learning journey or some good tips (like the listening to podcasts and writing stories I'm currently doing), please watch this video! It really inspired me to keep going in my journey :)

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#mine #langblr #suomitumblr #finnish #learning finnish

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starry-eyed-never-satisfied · 26 days

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Fanfic Writer Ask Game: 😅 🤡 🛒 🍦🤗🧠🤲✅🤯 sorry if this is a lot lol

No worries I love asks and talking about my writing, so the more the merrier!

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

The only one I really feel weird about is Tonight I Wanna See It In Your Eyes. Just cause it's so short and doesn't go into enough detail on what I was trying to portray. I did it for writers month and tried to write it in a day, which I can't do. I love the idea though and I fully intend to expand it more one day.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Driving On Down The Road and reason why Butt Fuck Nowhere is called that, and the whole of 100.000 Years, it's just so silly, but I really can picture them having that whole interaction.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Always angst, I can't help it. Paul's sensitivity and vulnerability, Gene's tough but caring.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Hold Me. No smut, just Paul in a dark place and Gene not knowing how to help, but still being there for him.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Don't feel like you need to start from the beginning. Write whatever it is that has inspired you, whether it be a scene or phrase. If you get to a bit where you want a particular thing to happen but don't know how to write it just type insert smut here or insert fight here or whatever and go on to the next bit. After you've written the stuff you're confident with it's much easier to fill in the gaps.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Here's a bittersweet head cannon about Paul and Ace for you. Neither of them will admit it, but they were close, and after Peter left they became closer. Paul didn't want Ace to leave and tried to keep him happy, even drinking with him on occasion. But he didn't want to get blackout drunk like Ace did, so it wasn't very successful. The pictures from The Elder/Creatures period, where they are holding onto each other - that's Paul silently saying don't go. But it was inevitable. And everything they have said since then comes from a place of hurt.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Because you liked Let Me Know so much, this is a follow up to it, called Far From The House And The Family Fights in which teenage Paul has a fight with his parents and runs away to Gene.

“We received a letter from school today, Stanley.”

Stanley. That meant he was in trouble. Even so, Paul rolled his eyes and headed towards his room.

“You are not going anywhere, young man!”

Stanley and young man. He was in a shitload of trouble!

“You are going to stay here and explain yourself! You are on the verge of failing. You haven’t done any homework and have been missing classes. You’ve been drawing . . . penises in your schoolbooks. And you told your teacher you didn’t need school because you are going to be a . . . rock star?”

Oops. He hadn’t mentioned that particular ambition to his parents yet.

“What happened to you?” asked his father. “You had so much potential.”

“God gave you this wonderful brain and you’re not using it,” said his mother.

Paul had heard this so many times before, and this time he lost it.

“Did he give me this stupid fucking ear too? Because I’ll happily trade my brain for a real one!”

“Stanley Eisen! Mind your language!”

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Angst! Even when I try to write something happy or funny the angst creeps in. I don't want Paul to be unhappy all the time.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Fight scenes. Arguments I can do, but when it comes to the physical stuff I struggle. While I believe these guys probably did get into punch ups occasionally, I can't really visualise them, I've only seen fights on tv and we know how realistic those are lol

#thanks for the ask!

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Weight of the World

A huge, massive, genuine thank you to @rayslittlekitten for the help with this. This idea has been rolling around in my brain for months and months, and I've only just come up with the brain space to write it. Can be read as a The Reaper and the Death Angel one-shot.

Contains: Consent and kink negotiation, smut (Sub!Jax, rope bondage, hand job, F masturbation, size kink, oral sex F receiving, face sitting, P in V, aftercare), fluff.

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Jax learns to let go

You had been spending the day at Disosa with Venus, your normally busy Friday was freed up by a huge administration screw up that was going to take weeks to fix. Nero and Jax had been at CaraCara giving the girls the rundown on how working at Disosa would work and how much they would be paid for a date.

"How have things been at home dear?"

You shrugged, "a lot, Jax has been so overwhelmed that I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall sometimes. He won't relax for a second, even the sex feels like he's aggravated."

She chucked, "sounds like he needs some time out of his head."

You sighed, "that's what the sex is usually for, but I know he's a million miles away. I don't want to put more on his plate but the guy needs to take a break." Venus gave you a gentle smile and picked up the rope that was currently resting on the table.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Ideas filled your head, "he seems like the type that would enjoy his woman telling him what to do."

You nodded, "there have been those occasions, which he has enjoyed very much."

She gave you a smirk, "then I think you know what you need to do."

The slam of the front door told you all you needed to know about how Jax's day went. "Are you alright my love?" Jax huffed, his face locked in a scowl, "sometimes running the Club feels like herding cats." You placed a hand on his shoulder, "you wanna take a few days, leave Ope to take over. We could head to the cabin and spend the weekend doing nothing?"

"Are you kidding me? Between expanding Diosa and trying to find new ways to earn, I don't have the time."

You shook your head, "bullshit, I have shit backed up to the middle of next year and I can spare a weekend, if you burnout you'll feel even worse."

Jax's jaw clenched, "I'm not fighting with you over this."

You took a deep breath, "I don't want to fight Jax, I just want to help." Jax huffed, "we always go back to this, you don't want to fight but you won't budge on me needing to get shit done."

You shook your head, "you can't get shit done if you're not sleeping and looking after yourself."

He left out a short laugh, "says the woman who stays at work for two days straight with no sleep."

It was your turn to huff, "then I come home and do nothing for two days straight after that." Jax sucked on his tongue, trying to think of a reply that wouldn't hurt your feeling but before he could say anything, his phone rang.

He stormed back when the conversation ended, "this isn't finished."

You sighed, "no it's not, but you clearly have shit to deal with."

****

It was just past ten when your phone rang, you were sitting up in bed hoping that Jax got home before you fell asleep, his tone told you all you needed to know, "hey darlin."

His side of the bed was going to be cold tonight, "hello my love, you'll be dealing with Club stuff tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry and I'm sorry about this afternoon too, I know you're just trying to help."

He sounded sad, "it's alright, things have been pretty stressful the last few weeks, I'll see you when I see you."

Jax sounded a bit better, "good night darlin, sleep well."

"Goodnight beloved."

****

You woke up the next morning to Jax's side of the bed untouched, as you walked downstairs, any hope of Jax having fallen asleep on the couch was dashed, his shoes and bike weren't there either.

You got breakfast together and answered work emails then did your best to get your mind off what was going on with Jackson, he texted you midday, and your mood dropped further.

"I won't be home until tonight. I'm sorry, miss you."

If a text could sound sad, his would, "not problems my love, I'll see you tonight."

You put the phone down with a harsh breath, half wanting to spend the day wallowing in your misery but after centring yourself, you had a plan, with a deep breath and an internal pep talk, you got up to put it in place.

****

Jax returned home to a house that smelt like fresh bread and his favourite stew, the smell of beef making his mouth water. He kicked off his shoes and came around the corner, being greeted by you with a glass of scotch in one hand and a plate of nuts and cheeses in the other.

"Have a seat my love, dinner with be ready in an hour." You placed the booze and snacks on the side table and stepped toward him, running your hands under his kutte before taking it off and hanging it on its coat hook in the hallway.

"What this about?"

There was an arrogance in his tone, "I was talking about your stress when I should have been doing something about it."

He sat down and you handed him the food you had prepared, "I need to put the finishing touches on dinner, you relax and enjoy yourself." To Jax's happiness, you had sat him down where he could watch you cook, the scotch warming his throat and the rich cheese eased the hunger he had been feeling all day.

Jax had a smug smirk growing on his face, it wasn't like you didn't dote on him but this made him feel different. He was sipping what was clearly a high end drink, and eating cheese that must have cost you a lot of money while you cooked his favourite meal.

You could feel his eyes following you, you knew what he was thinking, that after dinner, he could drag you upstairs and spend the whole night taking out his frustration on you while you begged him to keep going. You smiled to yourself as you started to pull the beef off the bone, while that would normally be the case, tonight, he was wrong.

****

Jax watched you take both plates in your hands and walk to the dining room, following you with his trademark swagger, "you didn't need to get up, I was coming to get you."

He smirked, "I couldn't wait any longer, it smells amazing." You put the plates down and pulled out his chair, Jax smiling as he sat down.

Dinner was a slow affair, you listened to Jax as he talked about his day and why he was so busy, not offering solutions, just being there with him while he spoke, as dinner wound down, you got him dessert, a caramel cake you had spent the day baking then handed him another glass of scotch and told him to relax while we got the next part of the night ready.

You walked upstairs and into the bedroom, drawing an extra hot bath and lining up the various products you had chosen for the night, lighting some candles and dimming the lights.

After that, you returned to Jax and walked him upstairs, undressing him piece by piece, starting with his rings as you pulled each one off and pressed your thumbs into his tight palms. You moved to his shirt, running your hands over his abs are he bent down so you could pull it over his head. His jeans were next, Jax smirking as the belt came away and your hands reached the fly, "don't get any ideas Teller."

He huffed, "come one darlin." You chose to ignore the growing hardness in his pants as you removed the last of his clothes and directed him to the shower.

"Get clean then climb into the bath, I'll be in when you're done washing up."

You prepared the bed, putting out the massage oil and making sure the room was at a comfortable temperature. Then you went back into the bathroom just as Jax was sitting down in the bath, you had left a chair at the head end of that bath and sat down, picking up the tingly hair mask and rubbing it in your hands before weaving your fingers on to Jax's scalp and rubbing the cream in, Jax's head falling against your hands.

"That feels so good."

His voice was rough, "good, there's more of that on the way." Next was a wet skin cream that you spread all over his exposed neck, shoulder and upper arms, your hands gliding over the knots and tensions while Jax leaned into your hands.

The water had been tinted with the oils you added and the products you had washed off Jax's body but the look on his face betrayed that he was hard under the water.

He chuckled as you smeared a face mask over his fine features, "you really are treating me tonight, aren't you darlin?"

You leaned down a pressed a kiss to his shoulder dome, "and I'm not done." You wiped the mask off him and helped him out of the bath and drained the water, drying him off with the softest towel you owned. You did your best to act like his cock wasn't standing to attention as you brushed the towel over his crotch, Jax's abs hardening as the soft fabric brushed it.

"Go lay on the bed on your stomach, there's a pillow there so you can lie down without turning your head." You followed close behind him and picked up the bottle of oil that was being warmed in a bucket of hot water, Jax paused when you didn't climb on top of him, instead settling next to him as you uncapped the oil and poured it over his muscular back.

You rubbed the ache out of his back, pausing to trace his tattoo as you went, then moving down to his strong thighs and perfectly shaped ass, his foot twitching as you ran a firm hand from the back of his knee, over his asscheek and into the hard ropes of his lower back.

"Flip over." Jax did so slowly, his muscles unwilling to retighten as he moved.

He settled on his back, his cock hard, red and weeping against his stomach, "you gonna leave me hanging."

He was clearly talking about his dick, "I'm not done with this, you're going to have to wait." You spread the oil over his chest, digging your fingers into his solid pecs then moving down to thumb out the painful knots over his ribs.

"Come a little closer, I'm getting cold." You rolled your eyes and got up, turning the thermostat up and moving to sit with you back up against the headboard, bringing Jax's head into your lap while you teased out the hard bludges along his jaw from clenching it all the time.

"Come on darlin, stop teasing." You shook your head as you ran the flat of your hands over the sides of his neck

"I'm not teasing you, I'm doing this to make you feel good."

He chuckled, "I know what else will make me feel good."

You shook your head, "when I'm done here."

"You don't need to keep going, I'm good, I want something different." You pressed your fingers hard into the dome of his shoulder, Jax gasping as the muscles unravelled far faster than what felt good, "you need to learn to let go Jackson."

He huffed, "I'd rather pound you into the mattress."

You took a deep breath, "no, I have no intention to leave you hanging but I want to look after you so let me."

Jax reached up and wrapped a warm hand around your wrist, "you're about to get yourself in trouble."

You yanked your wrist away, "you're here because you can't let go, don't ruin the night by undoing all my hard work."

Jax chuckled and you cut him off, "you have a control issue."

He huffed, "no I don't."

"Says the man who won't let me do anything for him, why won't you let me look after you?"

He smiled, "you are looking after me, but I want something more and you're not being fast enough."

You sighed, "like I said, control issues. I let you tie me up and do God knows what without thinking but I can't rub your back with the promise that you'll be getting off later because you want things your way."

Your tone was still warm but you were getting frustrated, "is that a challenged little girl?"

You smiled, "maybe it is, if you let me tie you up and let me take the reins for the night, I'll change my mind about your control issues."

Jax wound his hand into your shirt and pulled you down, "you can try but we both know you want to be the one being tied up."

"Not tonight, I'll be back." You went into the closet and pulled out the rope, unfurling it and walking back to the bed.

"Do you consent?"

He nodded, "do your worst."

The sides of your lips ticked up, "be careful Jackson, my worst might involve a flogger."

He swallowed, "alright pretty girl, the night's yours."

You walked back to the side of the bed dropped the rope, then picked up his arm and ran your hands up and down his flesh, "what are you going to say if you want me to stop?"

You could tell that Jax was indulging you in the hopes that he would get the upper hand and turn the tide, "I'll tell you to stop."

"Good, get comfortable with your arms above your head please." Jax didn't really say please and thank you when he was the one in control, he did as you asked, and you bound his hands to the headboard.

"You're so polite."

You gave him an almost glare, "now now, if you keep this up you may not be cumming tonight."

He huffed, "you're going to waste all your hard work just to teach me a lesson, that doesn't seem pretty fair to you."

You shook your head, "what I think is unfair to me is that you feel the need to bluster your way through everything. Letting go would do you some good."

He shot you an arrogant smirk, "it's that what I'm doing."

You clenched your jaw, "no, not really." With his arms tied, you climbed back on the bed and ran your hands over his chest, "all these big strong muscles and you can't do anything, if you pull, I'll extend this even longer."

Jax's eyes were filled with heat as they found yours, "are you having fun?"

"Yes I am, so don't give me a reason to have more. Remember the flogger dearest." That shut Jax up, "although, I think that perfect back would make a very nice target, I imagine those will defined muscles would blush so nicely but I think I'd like to redden your firm ass more." Jax seemed to understand that he wasn't the one pulling the strings after that.

"Alright I get the message." You got off him and stood and by his side, getting undressed slowly while you locked eyes with Jax. You ran your hands over your skin, stopping to graze your fingers over all the sensitive spots that you knew Jax loved to touch. Once you were naked and Jax's eyes were hooded, you swung a leg back over him and hovered over his upper chest.

Jax's eyes locked on your centre, his mouth watering when he saw you were visibly slick, "is that all from touching me."

The sharp look you gave him shut him up, "stop talking, you're antagonising me." Jax pressed his lips together as you slid your fingers down your body and through your slit.

"Are you enjoying the view, it's a simple yes or no Jackson."

He swallowed, "yeah, I do."

You smiled, "good because at this rate, it's all you're going to get." You spread your knees so he could see more of you and circled your clit with your index finger, Jax's eyes were fixed on its path as you collected wetness from your entrance and used it to slick your path.

You rubbed your clit until you clenched around nothing with the need to be filled then slipped two fingers inside your body. There was a lacing of disappointment, Jax's fingers felt so much better. You added a third and pressed your fingertips into your G-spot, Jax was breathing like he was running a marathon.

You fought the urge to place your free hand on his chest as you approached the peak, you forced yourself to remain quiet as you came. Jax watched you flutter around your fingers with a mix of anger and desire. You pulled your fingers out and brought them inches from his face, "you want a taste?" Jax lifted his head and you pulled away, "I didn't offer, I asked. Would you like a taste?"

"Please." Jax opened his mouth as you moved your fingers towards him and he sucked them into his mouth, you pulling them away long before he was satisfied. "Come and sit on my face, I want more."

You shook your head, "no. Maybe later." You collected more of your wetness, leaned back and grabbed his cock, stroking the first half of his cock in slow, gentle movements.

Jax grunted and he lifted off the bed, you putting your weight onto him so he couldn't move any further, "be good."

Jax huffed, "why are you being so mean."

You chuckled, "I'm not being mean, I'm taking my time. Now stop talking." You added more pressure and moved your hand over the whole shaft, it didn't take Jax long to reach the edge and you slowed, "not yet Jackson."

He swallowed and took a deep breath, holding back as best he could. You went through a cycle of speeding up and slowing down as he twitched in your hand, having to squeeze the base of his shaft as the pleasure mounted. Jax relaxed back into the pillows, his mind slowly quieting as the wave of sensation rolled over him.

Just as it was becoming impossible for him to hold back, you slowed and then stopped, sitting over his thighs and bringing a hand to stroke his face, "you've been so good for me, would you like a reward?" Jax nodded, "I need a verbal answer my love."

Jax took a deep breath, "please." You smiled and shifted, settling over his face and lowering yourself down.

Jax craned his head to reach you, his tongue coming out to lick you from clit to entrance and back again. You grabbed the headboard tightly as he sucked on your clit, doing your best to make sure your moans were rewards and not givens. Just as you were about to let out another one, he tugged on the ropes and you shot up.

"I told you not to tug." You sat back over his thighs and went back to stroking his cock, using the same pattern of stroking and squeezing until Jax was gasping and shaking. "Do you want to be inside me?"

Jax's eyes shot open, "please."

You smiled down at him, "then you need to show me you won't tug."

You moved back over him, Jax licking his lips as your centre moved closer. Jax moaned against you as your taste filled his mouth, smiling on your skin as the vibration caused you a gasp. This felt different to him, normally going down on you was an ego boost, he knew exactly what to do to get you shaking around his head but this felt like an act of worship and he suddenly understood why you loved getting on your knees for him so much.

It felt like the only thing on his mind was getting you off, he was no longer worried about the Club or money or the cops, nothing else mattered but how you were soaking his beard. Jax could tell you were close by how hard you were holding back the noise, but rather than say something, he just doubled his efforts.

You faulted and looked down, the far away look in Jax's eye telling you all you needed to know as you came violently. Jax acted like a man about to die of thirst as he did his best to get you to stay above him. A particular shake from you told Jax it was time to drop his head, then you were shifting backwards and leaning down to kiss him softly.

Jax's lower face was wet, and he licked his lips, "do you want to be inside me Jackson?"

Jax moaned, "was that a yes, no or a need a second?"

He took a deep breath, "yes please." You smiled and grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip over her slit then sunk down.

Jax gasped but to your surprise, didn't tug on the ropes as you started to move. You started off slow but that didn't last long, just as the pleasure became overwhelming, you sped up and he fell over the edge like a car off a roadside cliff. He slid out of you and you untied him as fast as you could, Jax's arms coming to wrap around you, "thank you Jackson."

He buried his face in your neck and kissed your skin, "I love you so much."

You smiled softly, "I love you too. You need anything?"

He shook his head, "just stay here a little longer?"

You nodded, "of course." You brought his wrists to your lips and kiss every inch of skin while Jax regained his bearings.

It took a little while before he let you slide off him, so you raced off to the bathroom the clean up before returning to the bedroom with a warm, damp washcloth and wiping his face then his soft cock. "You doing alright?"

He nodded, "I'm good." You climbed into bed and pulled him into your arms, his head resting on your chest.

Jax kissed your skin and took a deep breath, his brain still just out of reach, you twisted and opened the drawer, handing him a bottle of water, "can you have something to drink for me?" Jax took the bottle from your hand and drank half before handing it to you, "thank you my love."

"You need anything else."

Jax lifted his hand and brought it to your cheek, bringing you in for a kiss, "I'm alright." His tone was soft and reserved.

"Ok, did you enjoy yourself."

He smiled, "yeah, that was fun." You kissed his cheek, "would you like to do something like that again?"

He nodded, "yeah, maybe not right away, that was a lot."

You giggled, "yeah, it was."

Jax pressed his lips to your forehead, "I've gained a new respect for how easily you let go for me, it was harder than I thought it would be."

You hugged him tighter, "thank you for saying that." You held Jax for a little longer while he came back to earth, "would you like me to get you a snack?"

He shook his head, "I'm still stuffed from dinner and you."

You giggled, "alright then, sleep?"

He nodded and you moved down on the bed, Jax moving to lay on top of you with his arms wrapped around your body, "goodnight darlin."

"Good night beloved, I love you very much."

Fin

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rocketturtle4 · 7 months

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Rules: List 10 of your comfort shows, then tag 10 people

Tagged by @sorry-bonebag and @shouldiusemyname TY very much tag games are so fun! (sorry it's taken me a while to get too!)

I read "comfort shows" and my brain stalled out. Like define comfort? Am I sick? Am I sad and in need of cheering up? Am I angry? Am I hurt? Am I tired? Am i overtired? Am I emotional? What negative emotional state am in dang it??

I started this list thinking there wouldnt be many BL or wider Asian shows but then I remembered prior to this year I almost never watched TV...so it's Asian focused after all! (I went no books allowed or it would have been 3/4 books lol)

Added later: I remembered anime and I have no idea what to do because it's gonna sweep the list...okay, 1 anime per category.

Also I tend to be a CHRONIC rewatcher (Or rereader) even when not in need of comfort so the sheer amount of New content I have consumed this year boggles my mind and is definitely a break from tradition so I am not quite sure yet how much of it is going to stay with me...

But anyway I am using some categories to help

First up: Comfort when I'm sick/run down/tired:

Being sick tends to leave me too tired to read and very much desiring not to use my brain more than necessary so, Shows that gives me the warm fuzzies:

1. Ascendence of A Bookworm - Just sneaking past two others who jostle for the top spot, this is my favourite anime of all time and is absolutely peak comfort, it's given me three beautiful seasons so far and I continue to sit in quite hope for more

2. SOTUS S I am dying to rewatch this series, the emotional resonance I felt to Arthit's journey all the way through is still possibly the most connected I have felt to any character ever and this soft story of growing love and finding your place in teh world with someone by your side is absolutely peak comfort for me.

3. Sing My Crush or more broadly many Korean BL. Most Korean BL is absolutely my comfort zone, it's soft, warm and fuzzy, it's the shows I watch right before bed to send me off to good dreams. Korean BL is definitely comfort for me, and while Sing My Crush isn't my favourite Korean BL, it's definitely my most comforting so far.

Second: Comfort when I'm sad/hurt/down:

E.g. cheer me up shows:

4. Doctor Who, my favourite tv show of all time remains my favourite cheer me up show. Early to mid of any season to keep crying to a minimum.

5. Avatar the Last Airbender, I don't even think this one needs am explanation.

6. Tonhon Chonlatee (and many other Thai BL) I find a lot of Thai BL pretty funny and I found TC utterly hilarious, I definitely plan to use rewatching this one as a pick me up in the future

7. Crash course in Romance, What's a list without some Kdrama! I am still dying to expand my watchlist with Kdrama's but I have to get through all the BL on it first lol...I'm about to reach 100 BL, maybe I'll make a post about it

(also the anime for this cat is: No Game No Life, so bonus show)

Third: Get me out of my own head

E.g. shows that make me feel a lot (some of the above shows also fit this criteria lol)

8. The Eclipse My equal favourite Thai show (along with SOTUS S) and another one where I felt crazy resonance with a main character. In this case the emotional tone is more intense for me, though It's still definitely comfort!

9. The Irregular at Magic Highschool A.K.A Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei (and various spin offs). The third anime of my top three trifecta and one that also has fed me multiple seasons. This one is such fun but also pretty intense so I love it for a myriad of reasons.

10. Goblin the Great and Lonely God, My favourite Kdrama so far, just beating out crash course in the rankings. Even writing the name leaves me dying to go back and watch it all again.

ahhh @plantsarepeopletoo and @thegalwhorants tag me in your answers since you've already been tagged I'll add...

@sparklyeyedhimbo @visualtaehyun @callipigio and @slayerkitty sorry if you've already done it, and either way no pressure to play!

#tag game #rturts is wondering #I literally thought about this for three days why was it so hard

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partyplannerwithers · 5 months

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Ever since they included it as a thing you could say in the first draft epilogue pre-patch 5 the concept of Astarion going to help with the vampire spawn in the Underdark has struck me as terribly funny, and I'm pleased that in the expanded epilogue he does not do that indepedently - he goes off to become a roving adventurer if unromanced as spawn.

The reason it's funny is because: fucking look at him. With affection, I would not trust Astarion to organize a trip to a Cheesecake Factory alone.

I don't know if this was a bug or what but in my first run as Dark Urge, I made it to the ending after rejecting Bhaal and helping off Cazador without letting Astarion ascend. We'd had some chats about how power corrupts and destroys. There had been growth. And to my absolute delight, right at the brain, just before I pulled the final toggle to destroy or control it, Astarion leaned in to say "okay fantastic LET'S CONTROL IT AND TAKE OVER THE CULT >:3" and I was entranced. Everything wrong with him. Yeah the last two mad grabs for power we were involved in went tits up but this time we're doing something even more disastrous so it'll definitely work out. Astarion once more actively accidentally lobbying for the worst case scenario for him personally, by mistake, because one of his primary qualities is planning in the "Step 1: drastic decision > Step 2: ??? > Step 3: victory party!!" format.

Man walked into Baldur's Gate to kill a master vampire with the plan of 'find a backdoor to my own house, where I have lived for 200 years, and kill the vampire'. That's not a plan. That's an intent. Great intent and happy to help but all actual planning was conducted by Tav/Dark Urge/other Origin character.

Astarion is not providing structure down there in the Underdark. Astarion is filling the vital community role of being a jaded flaneur dispensing advice that straddles 'unexpectedly thoughtful', 'worst idea you've ever heard', and 'just straight up nightmare toxicity' at random intervals. He is giving the small vampire children knives. He is getting annoyed at the whole thing and fucking off to sulk for hours. Every society needs this service and it's very important, but whoever convinced him to show up there is the one in the admin position. As it should be.

#bg3 epilogue spoilers #bg3 spoilers

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apcthetics · 2 months

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*˖ ⊹ ──────── lore dump.

this is just a little collection of explanations about where my characters currently are physically, emotionally, career-wise, etc. it's mainly for me to keep myself straight with my ideas and their development but uhhh also to make sense if i drop any of it in a post. that's all ! read or don't read at your discretion ! don't matter to me.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── alistair castillo.

i really don’t imagine his life changes much from day to day to be totally honest………. there is nothing new happening in his life he’s still just being a menace upon new york and giving people sick ass tattoos.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── brady ackerman.

he’s been wound up in a lot of different projects and probably running himself into overdraft; busy filming the next season of his show, and also alongside it trying to finish out a manuscript for the next book he’s supposed to be writing, all while flying all over the world in just a handful of weeks. hasn’t touched down in new york for more than a few days in the past 2 months but hey at least he’s successful right. right guys. right. haha. he's not tired at all. don't look at his dark circles for too long.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── caleb williamson.

christmas is a pretty big time for his little side gig selling rare records online, so that picked up quite a bit even as his music lessons kind of trailed off as kids went off on winter holiday. it’s also just been rly quiet for him because obviously christmas didn’t go very well as family dinners never really go well at the willamson/michaelson house and then luvena has been either away or rotting in her room so there’s not really been much for him to do if levi and trinity arealso preoccupied (with each other? idk i dont god mod 👀. ) he did do a really successful new years eve show i think that he’s proud of but mainly it’s just been his little side hustle and now as lessons are picking back up.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── clementine bailey.

so clem is still in the process/paperwork of buying the diner, all the bank loans and everything like that but she is now effectively in charge of it which has definitely been ! a big deal ! her and loren moved into a new apartment and clem has yet to even unpack most of her boxes because she’s spending a lot of time at the diner going over all the financials and trying to teach herself how to handle the back end of a business instead of just the front half. it’s A Lot and she’s definitely Stressed and crying a lot and everyone has been getting 3am baked thumb print cookies, but don't even worry about her !

*˖ ⊹ ──────── damien clarke.

christmas is always the best but busiest time of year for retail so i imagine damien has been putting in a lot of extra effort to make sure that it’s special !! he did some big holiday toy drives alongside some local charities, but since the christmas rush has kind of fallen off and times are slower he’s now just trying to get through the pile of bookkeeping and administrative stuff that he needs to worry about. i have been playing with the idea of him running a very limited indie comic publishing thing out of the back office of his shop, having started with the one done by him & honey and now kind of expanding to artists who maybe don’t have the funds or ability to afford printing and stuff themselves but………… idk the logistics of that yet so it’s definitely just an idea in his head that’s in the early stages. he’s having fun with it. honestly he's having a great time.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── eli russo.

again i don’t think his daily life has much variation. working security at a show venue a few evenings a week and still coaching the Youth ™ w/ boxing a few days a week… sometimes he does do like 14 hour days which is a bit unfortunate and his schedule is all over the place which is bad for the brain that can barely remember what day it is on a good week but you know!!! his memory has been slightly improving thanks to all of the puzzles & all that stuff!!! so like good for him!!! go off king!!

*˖ ⊹ ──────── elijah guiterrez.

again i just brought him here so i don’t really think things have been particularly outstanding in his life. just him and carmen doing their little school thing idk. he’s working as a TA in among all the other school stuff he’s doing i suppose.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── esther thomas.

lowkey i think she’s started dropping off from doing auditions all together… like she’s so bored of them, and getting anywhere in the snow and cold is rough, so while she hasn’t admitted it to anyone or even necessarily herself she’s just like. not been looking. kind of giving up on her dream but doesn’t want to admit that because then that means her parents were right. but like really she’s resigned herself to the bartending life. otherwise nothing new.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── grace bao.

she’s been stuck in this hellish domestic civil lawsuit at the moment that’s eating up practically all of her spare time because the judge and the defense are assholes and she has gotten competitive about it, alongside all of her Daughter Responsibilities for her parents and their millions of holiday and new years parties. grace does nothing but work, eat, be miserable at charity dinners, work some more, and maybe sleep right now. that’s her whole social life.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── jackson ruíz.

construction is fairly seasonal work so while he’s still working he’s not as busy as he usually is, and also it’s winter and everything is depressing, so he’s definitely been deep into hermit “i haven’t seen you in a week” mode. especially with giselle kind of flying out to conferences and stuff there hasn’t been much reason for him to get out of his apartment. he’s in a Depression Era but hey ! it happens !

*˖ ⊹ ──────── kal sekh.

i think the news of eren’s diagnosis has had quite an effect on kal, especially having to keep it a secret from everyone and also because she doesn’t want as much support for it as he feels like he should be giving, so he’s slipping a little bit into old habits again and overworking himself into the ground so he doesn’t have to rly stop and think about what’s happening. double shifts and insomnia are back baby !!!!!!!!!

*˖ ⊹ ──────── kas peters.

just came out of a period where he had a few different mural commissions going on all at the same time and he was much busier than he’s usually used to so now he is simply basking in the fact that he doesn’t have to worry about funds broke-ass artist bitch but also that he doesn’t have anything to do. just kind of vibing. fucking around with his art in his room. fucking around w/ gabriella’s emotions. you know how it is. no cares in the world for this guy.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── minji kyung.

around new years she had the opening of her studio !! so she’s been very busy, not really making art but she’s been spending a lot of her time at the gallery/studio. this is a really big change from her because she’s kind of lacked purpose or a project for a really long time that i imagine she’s just really happy and really excited ??? but also probably very daunted because she feels like she doesn’t belong or doesn’t have the skills to do it properly yano.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── reid baker.

he took a little vacation time off since his work is also pretty seasonal to go back and visit his parents on the farm, but mostly his life has been no different except he’s been shovelling snow off the central park steps instead of just being a glorified gardener. honestly he’s pretty chill he doesn’t have the braincells to be anything except chill.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── sebastián dominguez-herrera.

this bad boy went on tour !!! first it was america, and following that he did a few shows in europe & south america. he’s also been working on his next album in between, but he’s at a bit of a stand still with that one because he isn’t feeling ~ inspired ~ and he’s kind of groggy and thinks he’s sick all the time because all the travelling + the winter that he’s not really used to. drama queen never experienced seasonal depression before and hes getting a little taste of it.

*˖ ⊹ ──────── wren noor.

i think wren is starting to actually reconsider the kinds of things she wants to do with her life and the degree she already has now… i think maybe she’s looking into online courses at other universities where she might be able to finish her masters but also is considering a career change totally… she’s been spending way more time on the roof with her telescope and getting excited about that stuff again as she heals, but definitely is still cautious,,, anyway she's been doing her research.

#🕺🕺🕺#🎉🎉🎉

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